"And... dinner."
Her voice was light and soft, like the tip of a cat's tail, brushing against his heart neither too lightly nor too heavily.
The warm breath sprayed all over the back of his hand, carrying a deadly itch.
Gu Yanshen's fingers suddenly clenched, like being burned by a spark, twisting his wrist to pull his hand back.
But Lin Wan Yi had anticipated it, and her soft, boneless hand grabbed his rough larger hand tightly, not allowing him to escape an inch.
"Don't move."
She mimicked his earlier tone, with a hint of coquettish command, the ending rising slightly.
Gu Yanshen's Adam's apple bobbed violently, as if he had swallowed a hot iron.
His neck was rigid, muscles taut all over his body, his gaze fixed on a spider weaving a web in the corner, refusing to divert even an inch to look at her.
"Lin Wan Yi! Be serious! Let go!"
He squeezed these words out through his teeth, his voice low and deep, yet couldn't hide the tremor that came from deep within.
